Secret Service Princess: The Cold Prince’s Black Belly Wife

"Oh, what's so beautiful, but it's just an individual." Leng Yetong smiled slightly and shook his head helplessly. Since the change of the palace a year ago, the reputation of the Lord of Yunning County has greatly shook, helping King Jinan to remove the rebels and save the emperor's life. The Emperor personally named her as the Dingguo County Lord. The word 'Dingguo' is even more prominent than the identity of a princess. The threshold of the Prime Minister ’s House has been almost met this year, and there is a constant stream of people who come to visit each day, but no one can really see her, but even if they only have a cup of tea, they are happy in their hearts.

"The lord of the county, King Mingnan of the Meimei Congratulations Conference is also among the invitations." Xi Yan looked down and said with a slight smile.

"He's here, I'm going to mine. What's the matter, you Nizi, don't mess around." Leng Yetong knocked the pity on his head angrily, and she thought she could see her snack. Understand, rolled his eyes, and said lightly, "We are just two people using each other. Do you have to move your mind to tie the two of us together, so as not to hurt the two of us and destroy It's both of us. "

"But the lord, the prince is really different to you." Xi Yan rubbed his head, grunted, and said dissatisfied, "Last time I saw you about to fall off the cliff, the lord rushed up without any hesitation. It scared the slaves to death, and I see, Lord Wang's care for you is not a chess piece. "

"No one is sure about feelings, let alone, I won't tell you, let this kind of thing happen naturally, I don't have so much time to waste on such boring feelings." Leng Yetong Qing She smiled and shook her head, raised her feet and walked in the snow, like a fairy.

At night, the weather outside was very cold, but many heating stoves were added to the room, which were still as warm as summer, and the Yi people were half-covered under the veil of the bed, making a uniform breathing sound.

The door of the bedroom was pushed open slightly, and she could not see the appearance against the moonlight. Wei An's figure walked lightly to the front of the tent, and looked down at the sleeping person on the bed, and raised a chuckle. Seen in a year, she seems to have grown a lot. I wanted to step forward, but I was afraid that I would wake up the person in my dream. I stood there and gazed for a moment, sighed silently, a touch of nostalgia flashed in my eyes, turned, and left softly.

When the door of the bedroom was closed, the person who should have fallen asleep on the bed opened his eyes. There were incomprehensible emotions in the eyes of Feng, turning his head to the direction of the door, looking down, thinking for a moment, turning over, and continuing to sleep. .

Beijing, Imperial Palace, East Palace, Meimei Conference ...

Early the next morning, Leng Yetong was called up by Yan Yan early and dressed up. She was covered with plain silverware, her body was full of white satin, blue satin with silver thread gown, white blouse, skirt, and curved willow leaves. , Hanging two ends, Feng eyes turn slightly, pretty like a peach of three springs, Qing Suruo of nine autumn chrysanthemums.

When the sedan chair of the Dingguo County stopped in front of the gate of the East Palace, the people who had arrived turned their eyes, a jade hand lifted the car curtain, and the person in the pink cape came out with a nice smile on the corner of his mouth. Not too indifferent, but not too warm.

Leng Yetong was helped by Xi Yan to enter the East Palace. When she entered the courtyard, she was attracted by the plum blossoms inside. Her mouth was light, and her eyes showed a touch of affection. She walked to the plum blossoms, raised her hand, flicked the petals, and said loudly, "East winds have westerly winds, and the leaves of the mountains are empty. Only the plum blossoms can't be blown, and they are still new and white."